I woke to the whirr of my Daddy'sfan as it lifted me out of my bodythat stayed among the pillows somehowand wouldn't budge, much as I tried,even when I pleaded with my toesto wriggle or when I stamped my feetin a huff but they didn't obey. Mybody lay limp on the bed and couldn'tget up and there it lay until itno longer mattered, far from the swirlof cloud and light and nothing elsebut calm. Then in my head, I saw 'me';my only thought, that I was dead,and I only seven with my Mummy'ssecret on the topmost shelf, a Mars barhurting my tummy, and sure I wasto burn in Hell. Where could I go for HolyConfession?, but a voice was sayingin my head, "What are you doing so farfrom home, it isn't your turn, you haveto go back," and I was happy to tumbleback into bed, because I was only seven.